Itâs not like Iâm going to rely on the teachers at a time like this.
I just thought that there might be an adult with a car. When it comes to safe escape, a car is the best way.
Even if thereâs no adult, there should be at least a car key in the staff room.
If itâs an automatic car, we should be able to drive even without a driverâs license. There are many racing games where you can learn it.
People are overflowing around the exit of the shoebox area.
As expected, zombies also came out in pursuit. Itâs complete chaos, a tag game of death.
Iâm heading for the staff room with my classmates accompanying me.
I donât know what the zombies see and how they find their targets. However, whether it was sight or hearing, if I run in front of the flow of people, the crowd will naturally become a breakwater.
A classmate I donât know the name of is screaming about being bitten but I donât care.
Anyone who tries to help a bitten student will die soon.
Then, I saw a guy equipped with a cleaning mop knocking down the zombie and saving the bitten student.
He was a big guy that is at least 20 cm taller than me with buff physique.
ăSasaki-kun!ă
Sentani shouted in excitement while her boobs bounced.
I see, he is Sasaki, I remember. He is on the soccer team, right? He was the one who stood out in the active group of our class.
ăOraaaaaaaaaa!ă
Sasaki kicked the zombie with his spiked shoes as hard as he could. Then, using his powerful arm, he swung down the mop repeatedly on the zombieâs head, crushing it.
That is indeed a great move but it is dangerous to touch zombiesâ body fluids. Also, the bitten student is probably no more so it was a wasted effort.
ăDead!ă
Sasaki, who killed the zombie, made a smug face.
Yeah yeah, youâre awesome.
Sasakiâs eyes are very aggressive. I guess he wants to show off his good side to Sentani, Shijima, and other pretty school girls.
Well, it doesnât matter. Whoever wants to fight should just fight.
ăKijima, get a grip, Kijima!ă
It seems that the girl Sasaki saved still died and Sasaki and Sentani are having a grief-stricken moment but that doesnât matter.
Kijima, a girl with no particular prominence, had exchanged a word or two with me, which was very unusual for a high school girl who was basically a pain in the ass. I didnât have any bad impression of her but what else can I do now that sheâs dead?
I avoided getting involved with the guys doing the tragedy scene and ran straight to the staff room.
You guys werenât that close with that plain girl Kijima, so donât get carried away by the atmosphere of the scene and rand about the death of just one person.
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How many students do you think are dying in the same way in the school building right now? Are you going to grieve for each and every one of them in the same way?
No, they donât even notice it.
ăâŚ.because their field of view is too narrow!ă
I donât know how good our high school soccer team is but I donât think Sasaki would be a good player if he could only deal with what is in front of him.
No matter how strong a player is physically, if he doesnât have a birdâs eye view, he can only be a third-rate player.
Going further, the baseball player, a shaved head swinging a baseball bat, was also surrounded and bitten by zombies, but heâs also a third-rate player.
Instead of fighting in vain, he should be making a run for it.
The more they rampage, the more zombies they will attract.
Besides, big guys with big frames from sports clubs should be running around while making themselves zombie baits. Their bodies are tough so the zombies will take time eating them and that should make my route safer. That aside, I ran and managed to get to the staff room.
However, there is an unusual increase in the number of zombies. If Iâd gone from inside the classroom, Iâd have been stuck with so few places to escape.
At the moment, Iâm following the right route.
With my growing confidence, I entered the staff room through the outer door and found that inside was still a safe zone.
To be honest, I was relieved.
We approach the nearest female teacher, who is crouched down, trembling.
Sheâs a young female teacher in white blouse and tight black skirt. Because sheâs crouching, we could almost see her panties, or rather, I can see a little bit.
Thank goodness. No, Iâm not thanking because I caught a glimpse of senseiâs white panties but because I knew her.
She was a young, new female teacher that seemed to be soft both on boobs and head.
No, I donât have a habit of fantasizing about new female teachers. I just knew her because I, someone who doesnât stand out, find her annoying.
She was a first-year math teacher who repeatedly gave me remedial classes and assignments because of my poor grades.